is it because i steal slates off tales scribbled by scribes of ages not stale which drew them to the world as sages; and i claimed what they owned only to be known and renowned as a one from their homes, that you now call me a poet? . if i am a poet, why… Continue reading I AM NOT A POET by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
Author: Tukur Ridwan Ishola
TIME TRAVEL by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
I As often, my mind absconds. But this time around, It sneaks into a future Where now and then Switch positions; Where all the plays and gays Become of the olden days Like an history written Ahead of the few days to come. Every day bears its own history. Every morrow remains a mystery. II… Continue reading TIME TRAVEL by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
NICTOPHILIA by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
In contrast to my childhood fears The dim of the dark is where my serenity rests Solace is ever found Where all is out of sight As even the most minute miniature Is cloaked in the deep Of a pitch-black atmosphere. In the night I tend to delight! To the thoughts of the world, Comes… Continue reading NICTOPHILIA by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
TREES by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
we are all born unto this barren earth to live, and let live and then leave by being buried to fertilize the soils that make the graveyards an abode for trees to grow and glow in greens… and these trees are metaphors for an earth…inhabitable by we…the leaves as we are the leaves living along… Continue reading TREES by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
THOUGHTS OF YOU by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
ife, you are the reason why these words take a stroll on the wheels of my thumbs…my pen…my ink to a never ever land of forever to proclaim you as the holder of the key to my heart… you open me up to a new life now, i’m a new leaf…pristine… in a forest of… Continue reading THOUGHTS OF YOU by Tukur Ridwan Ishola